A few years ago, the Swiss theater troupe Moomenschanz came to Zellerbach Hall in Berkeley. Josh’s mom was really excited about this, and wanted to take all of us to a matinee performance. Although Josh and I weren’t thrilled about the idea (we’re not that into surreal mime), we agreed.

For those seven long years, I was so constantly tired that I felt like I was on some kind of strong hallucinogenic drug. I routinely saw bats flapping in the shadows and large shapes hulking in doorways. I stumbled through the days in a stupid haze, often forgetting basic information (Josh’s cell phone number, if I had eaten lunch, what that thing with the prongs is called…you know…that thing…?).

When my parents got married in 1967, the bakery they originally chose to make their wedding cake refused to give them figurines of a white woman and a black man to use as toppers. Needless to say, my parents chose another bakery. Turns out that my parents weren’t right for […]

Before we had kids, Josh and I spent four months backpacking through Africa. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. We had traveled to Africa for my brother’s wedding. My new sister-in-law is from a tiny village outside of Douala, and that is where the […]

When Randy Petersen says, “Tell us a story!” I obey. Here’s a story 😉 This is a tale about my worst seatmate ever. EV-ER. 2009. I was on the longest Southwest flight of my life, from Rhode Island to California. I had the window seat, plus a supply of distractions, […]

There were seven of them. They were mostly teenagers, riding that awkward edge before they settled into manhood. They were definitely closer to our table than they had been ten minutes ago. We continued playing rummy and tried to ignore the taunting shouts and big gestures of bravado that burst from […]

If I had to choose a personal motto, it would be: Never a Dull Moment. I’ve had more than my share of crazy stories, and they don’t seem to be coming to an end anytime soon. I know that my actions contribute to many of these adventures, and I admit […]